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Tomorrow's going to be one of those days where I hate my former self for not going to bed earlier, I can just tell. And yet here I stay, out of bed and signed on, with only two steps (teeth brushed, contacts removed) of my bedtime ritual completed. Still a long road to go before I hit the sack.
I think I'm taking a long time at least in part because I'm going to sleep in my bedroom for the first time since The Bee Incident. I'm scared!! Irrationally scared!! Because the bees are dead and are not going to swarm around me in my sleep. They're just not!
Must be brave. Channel Lance. Lance would be too cool to worry about bees. He'd be all "Bees? I've been trained to eat bees should my landing pod thingy mess up and I end up in the wilderness with nothing but berries and insects to eat. Who gets scared of *bees*?" Okay, maybe not in those exact words, but you get the gist. And then he'd lounge against my dresser and employ the Glare of Hotness and I would explode and any cares I had about the bees would be gone.
In other news: Cannot find my tweezers. This is DISASTROUS! Because I'm lazy like that, I'd taken to doing all of my eyebrow maintenance while driving in to work. Whenever I was at a stop light, I'd grab a few stray hairs and in general it was working well. Now the tweezers are gone and I'm starting to look more and more like John Belushi. I could get off of my ass and look around the house for more right now but that would require, you know, getting off of my ass, which I am loathe to do. Another Belushi day it will be.
About an hour ago I had the sudden, crashing realization that my parents' 25th wedding anniversary is in, like, five days. I mentioned throwing a party for them months ago but that got STRONGLY vetoed by my mother, and then I promptly forgot about it until now. What does one do for one's parents' 25th anniversary? Well, of course, first one must remind one's father that said anniversary is coming up so that he does not forget as he has in the past, but after that, what? Is a gift certificate to a nice restaurant around here a good gift? I'm so bad at gifts and stuff like this. It's like I was born without the gene that tells you what shoes to wear with an outfit and what appropriate gifts are.
In other news: Tomorrow is Friday. Now that, unlike this LJ entry, is very exciting.
I think I'm taking a long time at least in part because I'm going to sleep in my bedroom for the first time since The Bee Incident. I'm scared!! Irrationally scared!! Because the bees are dead and are not going to swarm around me in my sleep. They're just not!
Must be brave. Channel Lance. Lance would be too cool to worry about bees. He'd be all "Bees? I've been trained to eat bees should my landing pod thingy mess up and I end up in the wilderness with nothing but berries and insects to eat. Who gets scared of *bees*?" Okay, maybe not in those exact words, but you get the gist. And then he'd lounge against my dresser and employ the Glare of Hotness and I would explode and any cares I had about the bees would be gone.
In other news: Cannot find my tweezers. This is DISASTROUS! Because I'm lazy like that, I'd taken to doing all of my eyebrow maintenance while driving in to work. Whenever I was at a stop light, I'd grab a few stray hairs and in general it was working well. Now the tweezers are gone and I'm starting to look more and more like John Belushi. I could get off of my ass and look around the house for more right now but that would require, you know, getting off of my ass, which I am loathe to do. Another Belushi day it will be.
About an hour ago I had the sudden, crashing realization that my parents' 25th wedding anniversary is in, like, five days. I mentioned throwing a party for them months ago but that got STRONGLY vetoed by my mother, and then I promptly forgot about it until now. What does one do for one's parents' 25th anniversary? Well, of course, first one must remind one's father that said anniversary is coming up so that he does not forget as he has in the past, but after that, what? Is a gift certificate to a nice restaurant around here a good gift? I'm so bad at gifts and stuff like this. It's like I was born without the gene that tells you what shoes to wear with an outfit and what appropriate gifts are.
In other news: Tomorrow is Friday. Now that, unlike this LJ entry, is very exciting.
